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The debut project by Nashville prog-pop creator Spazz Cardigan. Utilizing a global palette of influences, 'I' is an attempt to capture ego death and self creation in the postmodern age through entirely analog recording techniques and organic pop exploration.

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released January 20, 2017

Produced by Spazz Cardigan + Who is BC?
Executive produced by Room & Bored.

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Spazz Cardigan Nashville, Tennessee

Spazz Cardigan is a prog-pop musician and creator based in Nashville, TN. He uses an colorful spectrum of production techniques, collaborators, and cultural influences to create hybrid music.

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Track Name: Happy Little Pills
I have spent days and nights in quiet meditation. I can’t keep biting my tongue, biding my time to look numb. These happy little pills, they take the edge off still. I am wasting my time, you’re trying my patience. I can’t keep taking your blame — we drink every night just the same for different sensations, and these happy little pills give us something to feel. • Come on, tell me, do you feel like everything’s fine? I know I don’t all the time. Do you feel like I do: like everything’s on fire? I know I do, but it’s alright, they’ve got happy little pills to ease your mind. • I can’t move my face, but I don’t talk about it. I’m still finding the space. Rewind, pause the scene. Hit replay. Analyze and dissect it. These happy little pills, they make it all seem real reel to reel. • Come on, tell me, do you feel like everything’s fine? I know I don’t all the time. Do you feel like I do: like everything’s on fire? I know I do, but it’s alright, they’ve got happy little pills to ease your mind. • And it feels like a lie, but I guess I’m alright. Synthetic sunshine to keep my head right. It feels like a lie, but I guess I’m alright. Synthetic sunshine to keep my head right. • Feel like everything’s fine? I know I don’t all the time. I think I’m overdue. Do you feel like everything’s on fire? I think I’m over you.
Track Name: Grand Punk
Look at the rich priss: spending mad plastic money, in her black French tips, cigarette lit, snow-white coke in her upper lip, talking fake tits with her fake friends in a brand new Benz with 16 karat rims. (The root of all suffering is desire, but you can take yourself higher.) Notice the slick prick to her left: Rolex on the right wrist, thick faux So-Cal accent, dry gin on the rocks with no mixer. 4th-gen Ivy League blood, born and bred winner. But, elevated attitudes are not atypical of certain individuals of altitude
gliding by on Gilded Age residuals. Different breed, indivisible. Everybody in the 99 clap your hands, everybody in the 99 burn your flags, everybody in the 99 do a little dance. Everybody in the 99 [%], whats your problem? Pray that the 1 [%] can absolve it. Everybody in the grand post modern microcosm, let’s get the night popping! • We’re gonna funk with it, We’re gonna funk with it all night. (The root of all suffering is desire) We’re gonna funk with it, Grand Punk till the sun light. (But you can take yourself higher) We’re gonna funk with it, We’re gonna funk with it all night. (The root of all suffering is desire) We’re gonna funk with it, Grand Punk till the sun light. Grand Punk and it’s alright. • SISTER, don’t sweat the pace of fluctuations! Congregate constellations! You got the brain of an alien, protect yourself, they’ve got “truth” to spin. But you and I? We got cheap blood. Born branded, posable skeletons — repossess-able dividends — statistics treated as a consequence — and we’re tip-top! Ain’t no government can medicate what I got! Levitated off the meditation. Don’t you want to shake off the system? Watch, as I reset the transistor: every dollar is a human lie pressed and bought out for the cheapest price. You alone let it run your life. So everybody in the 99, whats your problem: CASH or the rich that rob it? Everybody in the grand post modern microcosm, let’s keep the night popping. • We’re gonna funk with it, We’re gonna funk with it all night. (The root of all suffering is desire) We’re gonna funk with it, Grand Punk till the sun light. (But you can take yourself higher) We’re gonna funk with it, We’re gonna funk with it all night. (The root of all suffering is desire) We’re gonna funk with it, Grand Punk till the sun light. Grand Punk and it’s alright. • The root of all suffering is desire, but you can take yourself higher. And if you’ve been under the spire, You’ll be forgiven if you’re uninspired. (Aww, funk that man!) The root of all suffering if desire, but you can take yourself higher. We’re gonna funk with it, start a couple fires. We’re gonna funk with it, preach from the pyre, but you can take yourself higher. • We’re gonna funk with it, We’re gonna funk with it all night. (The root of all suffering is desire) We’re gonna funk with it, Grand Punk till the sun light. (But you can take yourself higher) We’re gonna funk with it, We’re gonna funk with it all night. (The root of all suffering is desire) We’re gonna funk with it, Grand Punk till the sun light. Grand Punk and it’s alright. • Funk with it! The root of all suffering is desire, but you can take yourself higher. Grand Punk and it’s alright. We’re gonna funk with it, Funk with it all night. (The root of all suffering is desire) Everybody in the grand post modern microcosm: funk with it till it feels right.
Track Name: iDeologue
Maybe time gets slower till we all freeze down, maybe it rolls back until we crunch. If the stars in the sky that you pray to die then we’re just nothing dust to dust. Maybe every skin color is a melanin code and the world is a dark, dark place. Well, the pauper in the tree — he ain’t ever bothered me, ‘cause I never bought into the chase. So go light your torches one by one, we’ll all get a voice and a face. Go light your cell phones, one by one pick a pig in a suit to assassinate. • Maybe all I am is an ideologue trying to burn the world for the wrong cause. All the boys & girls in the picket sing along while you’re young and you’re still headstrong — “la la la, la la la la la”, maybe all I am is an ideologue. • Cue another mad summer with another loose plot, all the roaches and the eagles out to play! Every bleach white dream on the television screen preaching Armageddon coming up the way. I won’t ask for much, I will bite my tongue as I’m told to use my voice and have a say about paper men and plastic funds that are to carved out to be burned on mass display. • But maybe all I am is an ideologue trying to burn the world for the wrong cause. All the boys & girls in the picket sing along while you’re young and you’re still headstrong — “la la la, la la la la la”, maybe all I am is an ideologue. • Go light your torches, one by one we’ll all get a voice and a face. Go light your cell phones, one by one pick a pig in a suit to assassinate. Go get your torches, one by one, everybody gets a say. Go light your cell phones, one by one, take a selfie with the tear gas #nomistakes • Maybe all I am is an ideologue trying to burn the world for the wrong cause. All the boys & girls in the picket sing along while you’re young and you’re still headstrong — “la la la, la la la la la”, maybe all I am is an ideologue.
Track Name: Vices
Champagne, marijuana and champagne. For tonight they ease the pain, living life from day to day starts losing flame. But marijuana and champagne, they heal me babe. Jim Beam, bootleg liquor wash me clean. I’ve been driving drunk on dreams, this mad city burns your coal to smell the steam. But my vices and releases give me peace; so who are you to judge my action? Who are you to make a visible reaction? • My vices take the weight off, the weight off. My vices take the weight off, the weight off. My vices wash the stain off, the shame off. I keep my brain calm. • His lips, sparks and diamonds to my system. It’ll all crash and burn soon, I’ll be on my way and he’ll write me off — it’s true. And if I’m drunk enough, I’ll scream into the void “I miss you, but who are you to judge my action? Who are you to make a visible reaction?" • My vices take the weight off, the weight off. My vices take the weight off, the weight off. I do my best to stay gone; to stay calm. I turn my brain off. • I’m alive for the night, I’m alright for the night. So who are you to judge my action? Who are you to make a visible reaction? • My vices take the weight off, the weight off. My vices take the weight off, the weight off. I do my best to stay gone; to stay calm. I turn my brain off.
Track Name: Fast Ride
Life is a roller coaster; a hurricane blowing at max speed; kamikaze taxi. Life is looking beautiful with plumpened veins and ripened soul. I’m woken, I have seen the coding. But I always did know too much. I always did know too much, and I never really could shut up, so I’ve learned quick enough • Each consequence it grows from a root. People gonna do what people gonna do. It’s a short life, I can dig it. Take a sip with my soul, I’ma swig it. Sometimes the lie grows out from the truth. People gonna do what people gonna do. It’s a short life, I can dig it. It’s a fast ride, I’ve gotta live it. • Life is a hazmat suit the soul dons while it’s seeking truth, the meaning is to find meaning. ‘Cause we can’t perceive the whole of time at this dimension. We puzzle memories into lines of sweet progressions in a universe of strings, living melodies and becoming motif. • Each consequence it grows from a root. People gonna do what people gonna do. It’s a short life, I can dig it. Take a sip with my soul, I’ma swig it. Sometimes the lie grows out from the truth. People gonna do what people gonna do. It’s a short life, I can dig it. It’s a fast ride, I’ve gotta live it. • I always did know too much, I always did know too much and I never really could shut up. I always do love too much. I always do love too much but I never really learn to trust. I always back down too much. I always back down too much and I never let go of what I can’t control. I can’t perceive the whole of time at this dimension. I’ll make mistakes along the line, I might have mentioned. But I know • Each consequence it grows from a root. People gonna do what people gonna do. It’s a short life, I can dig it. Take a sip with my soul, I’ma swig it. Sometimes the lie grows out from the truth. People gonna do what people gonna do. It’s a short life, I can dig it. It’s a fast ride, I’ve gotta live it. It’s a short life, I can dig it. It’s a fast ride, I’ve gotta live it.
Track Name: (Party!)
We’re going to have a party, don’t invite your friends, ‘cause my friends are better than yours. Dress up for the evening, never mind the trends ‘cause we’ll all be gone before somebody notices they’re wearing the same shoes. Everybody here is an acquaintance at least, and they’ve all got something to do: Joshua’s in the corner smoking someone’s weed, me and my friends stick to booze. So why can’t I make my head stay level? Where’d I lose my keys? Who invited all these hipster assholes? I need to step out and breathe. .//. [I, uh, it takes like physical energy for me when that many people are around just to, like, stay alive.] {I completely feel you.} [So I just need to recharge ever so often.] .//. Back into the kitchen, down another shot and take a couple puffs off the pipe. Jimmy says it’s Californian, I don’t mind as long as I don’t remember the night. Cause this week’s been a bitch — at least. I can’t cope without some release. Even time sometimes can’t heal a thing, but the nights were made for numbing the pain. We’re going to have a rager, why aren’t you here yet? The Jameson’s almost gone. Well, I’m not going out again at least this week I’m getting pretty faded; I’m getting pretty gone. If you’re not coming, pick me up at dawn.
Track Name: Lost.../...Out Past Saturn
Hey, what’s your name? I’ve got a record & a couple of skeletons; ain’t saying I’m a bad man. I know you’ve done a couple things you can’t be proud of. One look and I can see by your irises our minds both see the world in similar lights, and that it’s on fire, but it’s all alright; now let me pick your brain for a couple of nights. Wanna make love like an avalanche? Wanna bet that we’ll both start skipping plans to spend a week straight locked in and take it too fast? • Let me get lost in you for a minute. Let’s both just pause the lives we’re living. I fall in love too quick for the privilege, let me get lost in you for a minute. • Hey, nice life you’ve got. Would you mind making room for me and the baggage I brought? Better get yourself checked in the head, I can make your nerves bend and break, but I’m worth a couple of days in your arms and you’ll feel at home. I’m configuring an excuse to shake you off. Zip down the block and never try to face you head on. Send a breakup text when I see your bones. Never talk again. Will the next step up? • Let me get lost in you for a minute. Let’s both just pause the lives we’re living. I fall in love too quick for the privilege, let me get lost in you for a minute. Let me get Lost, come on get lost. I fall in love too quick for the privilege, let me get lost in you for a minute. • Darling just get lost in the moment, I think we could both use a distraction. Don’t you want to feel young like it’s new again, or just save the time and swipe me left ‘cause you don’t want to spend yourself on someone else? “But you can sit up on my shelf and invest the rest of what you’ve got left in me, I have heard I can fake it all well. So (so) what do you say? Wanna throw a a little trust and some pride away?” I don’t really have another better thing coming my way. • Can I get lost in you for a minute? Can’t you just pause the life you’re living? I fall in love too quick for the privilege. Let me get lost in you for a minute. Let me get Lost, come on get lost. I fall in love too quick for the privilege, let me get lost in you for a minute. • … I guess it’s never a good time to tell the truth. Way out past saturn all the stars just look like you and I left Earth to get away. I came just shy of unglued. But I guess it’s never a good time to tell the truth. Latch on my helmet, open up the pod bay door. I need a breather ‘cause this oxygen ain’t pure; and aside from the bourbon, I don’t talk much anymore. I don’t want a tether, babe, this time I know for sure I’ll call your name out into the void — it won’t change anything thing, but at least it’s still a voice coming out of my lips. We’ve come a long way down. We can escape the Now. I am reaching out. • Am I all alone out here? Am I alien to your atmosphere? I am calling, can you hear? I’m reaching out. • Am I all alone? Am I all alone? Aren’t we all alone and reaching out? • Are we all alone out here? Does it matter? Is it even clear? Spinning round and round a star, reaching out. • Are we all alone? (Time ticks onward.) Are we all alone? (Time ticks onward.) Aren’t we all alone and reaching out? I feel comfort when you’re close. (Time ticks onward.) I feel drunk enough to know (Time ticks onward.) I’m in love with the same old ghosts and reaching out.
Track Name: Aliens + Lovers
Blast off in 3, 2… A different creature with a different kind of pigment, retaliate before they even know what hit them. Fire up the press and let the lie perpetuate, tell the people run and hide, guess the truth’ll have to wait. A different language so they don’t exist the same, then. A different icon on the currency they’re making. They praise and worship to a god you don’t believe in, so you don’t have to see beyond the colors that they’re bleeding. • Aren’t we all aliens to somebody, and if we breathe, can’t we relate? Aren’t we all lovers to somebody? We feel the love that we create. Aren’t we all just aliens, a-aren’t we all just? • We look for love until we find heartbreak, then depend on healing touch to keep our broken minds straight. Yearning for years and months under our mother’s mantle; burning away infatuated — wicks on a candle. Satellites and foreign stars need gravity to start. Spread it in the art, it’s where the message starts, keep the zeitgeist ever flowing so the culture does in part. • Aren’t we all aliens to somebody, and if we breathe, can’t we relate? (Aren’t we all just the same?) Aren’t we all lovers to somebody? We feel the love that we create. (Aren’t we all just the same?) • So come on, it’s only a lightyear or a few. We all bleed the same blood, no skin is bulletproof. So come on, it’s only a lightyear or a few. The countdown; the takeoff. Blast off in 3, 2… • Aren’t we all just aliens, a-aren’t we all just? • I’m just an alien to somebody but if we breathe, we can relate. (Aren’t we all just the same?) Extraterrestrials and somebodies, We feel the love that we create. (Aren’t we all just the same?) • So come on, it’s only a lightyear or a few. We all bleed the same blood, no skin is bulletproof. So come on, it’s only a lightyear or a few. The countdown; the takeoff. Blast off in 3, 2… • Aren’t we all just aliens, a-aren’t we all just?
Track Name: Dumb Love Songs
I’m stupid when it comes to these things, I’m reckless with my love. I’ve been dead and back, it ain’t no thing. Without a buzz, I’m hard to love. But we’re still young ,and we’re dumb, what’s there to lose? I’ve cleaned my slate and you feel the same, so what’s left to prove? • I’m so sick of trying to write these dumb love songs to move beyond the past and forget everyone I’ve given my heart to so I can give it up to you. • It’s stupid, babe. you can’t hide it — that glimmer in your eye. They say it isn’t wise to fall and try to fight it, so who am I to try? • I’m so sick of trying to write these dumb love songs to move beyond the past and forget everyone I’ve given my heart to so I can give it up to you. • After all, we’re still young, we’re still dumb, what’s there to lose? We kiss when we drink and sing till we sleep, so it’s nothing new. • I’m so sick of praying for a heart of stone to move beyond the past and forget everyone I’ve given my heart to. I’m so sick of trying to write these dumb love songs to move beyond the past and forget everyone I’ve given my heart to so I can give it up to you. So I can give it up to you and I can’t stop. So I can give it up to you. I can give it all to you, and I can’t stop. I’m trying to give my heart to you.
Track Name: Tribal Nature [feat. Foundation]
I grew up in a small town where the trees bend towards the south, skipped church because I knew too much to sit and shut my mouth. Every body loved their guns and government in god, They wouldn't call it a lynching just as long as they didn't get caught. I remember all the riots when the president was black. They said a n— couldn't live in a house built on his people’s backs. I don’t think I saw color until I was taught that I should, and it’s a shame because I'll never get shot for just wearing a hood. • What primal creatures posing as divine like it’s alright. It’s alright. Brother your pigment ain’t the same as mine so they’ll stack the deck and play thew victim; don’t do much to keep it hidden, that tribal nature. • The white man burned the holy land, the white man stole the promised land. Spread the faith, preserve the race, block the pay and say it’s manifested. It’s about greed, mama, we are their machines, mama, that’s what I see, mama. Assign a role to every color every type and use the media and law to keep them straight inside the lines. • What primal creatures posing as divine like it’s alright. It’s alright. Brother your pigment ain’t the same as mine so they’ll stack the deck and play thew victim; don’t do much to keep it hidden • when every black kid gets a gun to the head — Arab in the streets, shoot him down till he’s dead — Leave a generation of the Japs mutated — Burn all of the kikes but strip them naked. All under arrest! Bomb the East! Digress past the rest of the world trying to say what’s best. Keep a white man in the oval office, you won’t go to jail, he should have been picking cotton. • {Click, click, boom goes the sound of explosions; people on the ground soon to drown from emotion. They say around town it’s going down so we’re posted, waiting on the outcome. Why they pop Malcom? Heard they want to MLK me, JFK me. Look how they’re trying to play me, like I’m crazy. Guess I’m super psychotic, a byproduct of my environment. Diabolical plots, shots firing. Cops sirens. It’s getting hot. Call the fireman. Called us tyrants, came to make a New America; it’s bullshit when you’ve got to get your truth from terrorists. Guess I’ll wake you up again, let me take you further than...down the rabbit hole where they’re grabbing souls from the capitol. Shrapnel. Killing our kids and kidnapping them. What’s happening? All across America it’s mass hysteria. They’re scared of us, we’re young, black, and aware of the nonsense in the content. On the conscious, digest. In the projects we’re living in the mindset: ‘you live by the gun, you die by the gun’, ‘cause not where you’re from but what you become, so be free.} • What primal creatures posing as divine like it’s alright. It’s alright. Brother your pigment ain’t the same as mine so they’ll stack the deck and play thew victim; don’t do much to keep it hidden, that tribal nature. • (Show me what democracy looks like! This is what democracy looks like!) • From presidential elections to war overseas, taking out my taxes just to shoot bullets at me. Culture keep me complacent with pussy, money, and weed. Face it, we’re in the matrix; what’s it gonna take to see? Maybe another body lying out in the streets. Maybe another body, 10, 20 at least. Maybe another body shot by the police. Maybe another body, some looking like me.
Track Name: be.
Will I finally feel surrender? Is the balance worth the risk? Honestly I can’t remember what it takes to simply exist and be, just be. Why romanticize the future and immortalize the past — fantasize about forever and want what I’ll never have? • Breathe, just be. Come down and be with me. • And it’s heaven, it’s Nirvana; It’s peace and euphoria when you and I collide. If it makes Us feel whole again, You & I must breathe the same oxygen to see eye to eye and • breathe, just be. Come down and be with me. • I surrender myself; feel the weight of what I’ve done. I accept what I can’t help and that no one is anyone. • Breathe, just be. Come down and be with me.
Track Name: On Re-Entry
Since the wreck I’ve been floating. Since it happened I’ve been adrift. There wasn’t a sound when the reactor imploded, no I didn’t see it coming. I’ve got a little excess of oxygen left in my reserve, and there’s a lovely, lush, green world ahead I have heard. • Ooh, the atmosphere is clean where I’m landing and the waves will wash off my debris. Mangoes ripened from the vine will thus revive me, I hope I don’t burn up on re-entry. • Cracked my visor, I am speeding through the vacuum. Blew my circuits, I don’t think that I’ve got too long — just a little excess of oxygen left in my reserve. I’m a lone survivor, crashing along as I burn. I’ve been a traveling man, if I can I only mean to observe. I’ve got no time to waste, I’m diving in headfirst. • Ooh, the atmosphere is clean where I’m landing and the waves will wash off my debris. Mangoes ripened from the vine will thus revive me, I hope I don’t burn up on re-entry. • I hope I don’t burn up on re-entry, I’ve been away too long. I’ve been stressing on and off about the facts, and trying to keep my focus intact. There is no likelihood of smooth landing, I’ve come to grips with that. I’m coming in hot to no clear path. • Ooh, the atmosphere is clean where I’m landing and the waves will wash off my debris. Mangoes ripened from the vine will thus revive me, I hope I don’t burn up on re-entry. • Ooh, the atmosphere is clean where I’m landing and the waves will wash off my debris. Mangoes ripened from the vine will thus revive me, I hope I don’t burn up on re-entry. • I hope I don’t burn up on re-entry.